• Butterfly, Butterfly, show me your wings
    Your freedom of choice, and your voice- oh it sings.
    Beautiful, Beautiful, your colors, they shine.
    Your beauty it speaks, and yet seeks a flat line.
    Poison, sweet poison entering me
    Yet your presence in essence it comforts- don't leave.
    Butterfly, Butterfly, brushing my skin
    What's this? This bliss- your wings sink in.
    Cutterfly, Cutterfly, you press so deep
    This blood, this love, your beauty is cheap.